Streets

Streets - Trust Me '10 lyrics

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Trust me

Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh

Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest

Metal and the workings dark and lurking in my mind

Branded neon red and blue flashes

The view from the flats is nice

I see Alice in Wonderland

I see malice in Sunderland

Mouse to house I am this land

The were without it's Thumberland

Smoke to a karma coma

Jamaicans do yard and roamers

Shake Bacardi's and Coke and make me laugh and

Trust me

So much stuff and many people

The future is not evil

The future is not fish and it's simple it's efficient

Now that things are costing nothing

Is any of it good?

Come and love me read my nothings

Blogging river floods

Dead plant planted on the window ledge

Shadows dance glint and blend

Glance slow at the night outside

I'm God in the game

Sound rumbles in 5.1 round some corner to fight with guns

Play God in games but nothing in

Trust me

Dub step club sweat come get rubbed red

Play the playlist

Play the playlist

I see Alice in Wonderland

I see malice in Sunderland

House to house I love this land

The were without it's Thumberland

Do the wrong thing joke it right

Span the longings and the fights

For all the oil and the toil

And the spoils of the royals

We are nothing if not nice

We are coughing if we are wise

Roll me up like a leafy spliff

Fuck that roll me up and

Trust me

Why is there so much noise

Reading info buying toys

We all fear of company

But we are fierce anonymously

Enter shit on the internet

Clashing people chatting evil

But we are cheery social sorts

With the pleasing photo forward

Pass the love around and back to me

Walking down a madman's street

The music in my ears is fleeting

Struggle to shuffle to the same beat

We are nothing if not nice

We have a pretty buttered knife

Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and strife

Anything you tell me

Yes yes I will believe

But again and I suspect

Again and I will leave

Slow burn a little heaven

Roaming yearnings for devon

Coburn '67

Don't work for them

Trust me

Dub step earth run red club sweat

Put up chests and freeze freeze

Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh

Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest

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